Dear Queer Radical, You say we should all have sex like bunnies. But what happens when nobody controls sex, everybody has too many babies, populations explode and the land-base is further degraded? And you’d better not suggest us women take hormones or abort. That’s really not nice to our bodies, btw. Fearful of a Population [...]

Our public expressions of pleasure, our refusal to poison water and land, our thrusting and moaning in allies and fields resist the violence of a system hell-bent on poisoning our earth, policing our bodies, and controlling with whom and where we can manifest our desires.

At Hot Air Green Room, Lori Ziganto published a vile article “We’re Here, We’re Queer and We’re in Abject Denial” critiquing Toronto’s “Queers Against Israeli Apartheid” and celebrating Israel’s tolerance of queer rights. The article makes rash generalizations about Palestine, deeming all Palestinian culture to be “against our very core principles as human beings.” Apparently [...]

I looked over at my dear friend staring into his cell-phone like a lover, texting sweet nothings to a new beau. It was adorable. I teased him. Then after receiving a series of Facebook Posts from my sweetheart, we were accused of acting like a smug married couple by another dear friend. That friend, I’ve [...]

I am taking a shit at the Marriot before heading down to the hubbub of the national Left ideology meat market—the U.S. Social Forum—where the best minds of my generation are bumping into each other for a few minutes before feeling compelled to rush off to the next vapid encounter with amazing people spread too [...]

Today I relaxed. I don’t do that very often. I made a delicious lunch—garlic-tamari turnip and radish greens, radishes, and butter crunch lettuce. I spent the day with my new friend E. We picked sage and mullein, cut them, and put them in Everclear to create a tincture to alleviate respiratory problems (at least I [...]

The other night, three dear friends and I were sitting at Sputnik drinking beers and having a wonderful conversation about adolescence, boners, menstrual bleeding in white pants, and the endless embarrassments we faced in middle school. That night at the bar, my friends accused me of harboring “boner shame.” Looking back on those years of [...]